It was from The Don that the Superintendent learned of all Shock's work in the past, and of all that had been done to counteract the terrible evils that were the ruin of the lumbermen and miners.Won by the Superintendent's sympathy, The Don unburdened his heart and told him his own story of how, in his hour of misery and despair, Shock had stood his friend and saved him from shame and ruin.
"Yes, sir," The Don concluded, "more than I shall ever be able to repay he has done for me, and," he added humbly, "if I have any hope for the future, that too I owe to him.""You have cause to thank God for your friend, sir," said the Superintendent, "and he has no reason to be ashamed of his friend.
You are doing noble work, sir, in this place, noble work."A visit to the nearest lumber camp and mines, a public meeting in the hospital, and the Superintendent's work at the Pass for the time was done.
As he was leaving the building The Don called him into his private room.
"I wish to introduce you to our nurse," he said."We think a great deal of her, and we owe much to her," and he left them together.
"I asked to see you," said Nellie, "because I want your advice and help.They need to have more nurses here than one, and no one will come while I am here."The Superintendent gazed at her, trying to make her out.She tried to proceed with her tale but failed, and, abandoning all reserve, told him with many tears the story of her sin and shame.
"And now," she said, "for the sake of the hospital and the doctor Imust go away, and I want to find a place where I can begin again."As the Superintendent heard her story his eyes began to glisten under his shaggy brows.
"My dear child," he said at length, "you have had a hard life, but the Saviour has been good to you.Come with me, and I will see what can be done.When can you come?""When the doctor says," she replied.
"Very well," said the Superintendent, "I shall arrange it with him,"and that was the beginning of a new life for poor Nellie.
The last meeting of the Superintendent's visit was at Loon Lake, after the Sunday evening service.The big room was crowded with people gathered from the country far and near, from the Fort to the Pass, to hear the great man.And he was worth while hearing that day.His imagination kindled by his recent sight of the terrible struggle that men were making toward cleanness, and toward heaven and God, and the vision he had had through the eyes of his missionary of the regions beyond, caused his speech to glow and burn.
For an hour and more they listened with hearts attent, while he spoke to them of their West, its resources, its possibilities, and laid upon them their responsibility as those who were determining its future for the multitudes that were to follow.His appeal for men and women to give themselves to the service of God and of their country, left them thrilling with visions, hopes and longings.
In the meeting that always followed the evening service, the people kept crowding about him, refusing to disperse.Then the Superintendent began again.
"Your minister has been telling me much about the men in the mountains.He seems to have these men upon his heart.""Sure," said Ike."He's a regular prospector, he is.""So I have heard, so I have heard," said the Superintendent, smiling, "and so I should judge from what I have seen.Now, what are you going to do about it?"They all grew quiet.
"You know about these men, no one else does.Are you going to let them go to destruction without an attempt to prevent it?"The silence deepened.
"Now, listen to me.This will cost money.How much can you give to send a man to look them up? Two hundred and fifty dollars?""Count me," said Ike.
"Me, too," echoed Perault."And me, and me," on all sides.In ten minutes the thing was arranged.
"Now, there is something else," said the Superintendent, and his voice grew deep and solemn."Can you spare me your man?""No, sir!" said the Kid, promptly.
"Not much!" echoed Perault, and in this feeling all emphatically agreed.
"Do you know where we can get such a man?" said the Superintendent, "such a prospector?"There was no answer."I do not either.Now, what are you going to do?"Then Sinclair spoke up.
"Do you mean, Doctor, to remove Mr.Macgregor from us? That would seem to be very hard upon this field.""Well, perhaps not; but can you spare him for six months, at least?"For some minutes no one made reply.Then Ike spoke.
"Well, I surmise we got a good deal from our Prospector.In fact, what we aint got from him don't count much.And I rather opine that we can't be mean about this.It's a little like pullin' hair, but Ireckon we'd better give him up."
"Thank you, sir," said the Superintendent, who had learned much from Ike throughout the day."Your words are the best commentary I have ever heard upon a saying of our Lord's, that has inspired men to all unselfish living, 'Freely ye have received, freely give.'"
